The Sins of the Father

HerStorrey

"So Ray, how was it?"

My mother, Abaynesh, was seated in the chair by the window. Her hair was pulled up into a high pony tail. Almond shaped eyes transfixed on me, as her hands wraps around her neck. This was done when she expected the other party to respond to a question asked.

"It was okay. I feel a lot better now." I fought to keep the bubbles of joy from spilling over through clenched lips. Not for the reasons of penance but for what would be accomplished from participating.

"See, your father told you its good for the soul." My parents were still under the false pretense that my expulsion derived from me fighting another student. I was in no rush to clear up the confusion.

Abaynesh and Richard Mahogany were strict parents who abhorred the idea of s*x before marriage. So my virtuous image was under lock and key or so it seemed. They still believed that my legs were super glued together. When in fact, they only appeared closed by my silence on having lost my virginity. She doesn't know. Those little three words sent a spring a comfort down my spine as I climbed my steps to my room.

My father was a retired vet and occasionally volunteered to help others that were disabled or suffered from PTSD. His normal nine to five was as an electrical engineer. His man cave consisted of demolished computers, with colorful wires strewn about like confetti on the floor.

Him and my mother were complete opposites of the spectrum. From her smooth chocolatey skin and take charge attitude, to his golden vanilla ice cream hue and laid back personality. He towered over her five foot even frame. She was equivalent to dynamite, with the wick always lit. My father wore the pants outside the home for appearances only. And I quote "Inside this house is my domain" her words exactly.

A little ball was persistent to ping my conscience with guilt. Laying on my back, with my arms crossed under my head, I began to wonder if my decision toward Father Tae was indeed the correct one made.

Or maybe there was another route. Flipping over to my stomach, my thoughts continued. Its too late to back out now, I've already threatened him. Maybe I could revamp the plan if my situation hasn't been resolved before my two weeks are up.

Satisfied with my compromise the plan remained a go.

21 days later

Mr. and Mrs. Mahogany is there anything you can tell us about Father Tae and his presumed r**e or molestation of your daughter?"

"No comment," my father spoke while waiving off the news camera crew. My mother had buried her face within his bosom, while he shielded her from their flashing lights. They were making there way inside the house. I watched as they disappeared behind one of the white columns by the front door. This madness had been going on for a full week now. My parents tried to act like their normal selves but their actions always gave them away.

My mother seemed to avoid me like a plague, while my father couldn't even look at me without tearing up. In short they were ashamed of me. Believing I was no longer their pure daughter was a nightmare in itself. I caught my mom one day just staring out the window. I rushed to her side to turn off the sink water that was now overflowing and puddling on the floor. She didn't even acknowledge me. Just turned and headed down the hall to the laundry room

I hadn't counted on this having a drastic domino effect on my personal life. The situation received a lot of unexpected garnered attention. Starting with the written letter to my uncle, that contained nothing but padded information . Instead of my first plan of beheading Roderick, I went after Father. Wrote that he had molested me when I went to confession.

Threatened that if I were to speak a word of "this" to anyone that I would be punished by god and would be deemed unfit for heaven. Along with his atrocious actions, being the will of god and not to go against it . My uncle never replied, that is until I mailed it out to a news reporter.

Since then its been a shark feeding frenzy. With me being followed and questioned first thing in the morning before school. To us being hounded before reaching the front door in the evening. A never ending circus is what it was.

It was worth it though. Seeing the pain, and hurt in Roderick's eyes. I was even tempted to pick out a sympathy card with 'you are in our prayers' words strewn on the front. Of course signing it anonymously.

His puffy eyes seemed to remain a permanent shade of red these days. In the halls I would make sure to laugh extra loud as he walked by. The funny thing is I wasn't acting. I was enjoying the sickening ride of payback. Even if I went a little overboard.

The rumor mill shifted from the topic of my panties to his alleged father raping me. I had the school's sympathy vote on this one. Pity facial expressions would be cast my way as I achieved martyr status. At the same time being avoided like the swine flu. Apparently, being a supposed r**e victim survivor, was contagious.Even the principal had the nerve to look sheepish.

A firm hand pressed on my lower back caught me by surprise. It shoved me towards an empty classroom. Turning around to see an angry Morgan closed and lock the door behind him.

"What the hell are you getting out of this?"He palmed his face and pointed his finger down at me.

"You are ruining lives here, did you even think of the consequences of your actions Torrey?"

"No, considering you did receive a white, with a splash of red, pair of panties. I would say I don't think at all. Besides I have no clue what you are talking about.

"Don't play fuckin coy with me. They may see you as sweet, victimized Torrey but I see through all of that bullshit."

"Hmm," crossing my arms and leaning on one leg as I retorted back, "what might the real Torrey be I wonder, Roderick? Being your such a great judge of character."

"You're selfish and evil. You manipulate anyone and anything as long as it benefits you. You are a conniving, self sympathetic whore."

"Wrong person. Sounds more like your mother than anything. Besides, we both know I am no w***e. Pure white panties remember. I still don't know why you dragged me all the way in here to tell me that. Remember you loved having an audience, why the pretense now?"

"Tell me what really happened. There is just us here and these walls. Torrey please, just tell me he didn't r**e you. Tell me you are just doing this out of spite and being hurt."

I flinched, my eyes began to shift passed his shoulder as I seen students sway by the room, unawares of its occupants. I reached into my backpack and retracted a portion of the newspaper. Yellow highlighted lines had been marked over a particular paragraph. I handed it to him and instructed him to read it when he was alone. That this was the truth he sought after. Even managing to squeeze out a pitiful tear. He hesitated at first. Shoulders flinching then finally reaching out to take my offer of confession.

He seemed relieved, as he unlocked the door to let us both disperse in different directions. Even given me a quick surprising hug. I licked my lips as I watched him make his way through the sea of people.

Maybe, I am sick. Wish I could be there to enjoy the moment of him reading that paper.

Him being at home, opening the newspaper to read the yellow highlighted title "Local priest preys on young woman during penance."

Delicious Revenge.